Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

The first slow slide of his tongue against mine sends a delicious heat curling low in my stomach. He groans softly-a deep, wrecked sound-and the vibration of it makes my knees weak.

His hands move-one slipping into my hair, tangling, anchoring me to him, the other sliding down my back, fingers pressing into my waist as he pulls me against him, flush, like he needs to feel every inch of me.

I gasp softly against his lips, and he takes advantage of it, tilting his head, kissing me deeper, slower-like he's savoring me, like he never wants this to end.

It's intoxicating. Dizzying.

The taste of him-warm, familiar, utterly Jin-makes my head spin.

I arch against him, my hands sliding up to cup the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his hair, and he groans again, tightening his grip like he can't stand even a sliver of space between us.

The heat coils between us, growing, burning, until the world outside of this moment ceases to exist. There is no kitchen, no dinner, no cabin-just us.

Kissing like we're falling.

Kissing like we've been waiting forever.

Kissing like nothing else has ever mattered.

It's a kiss that says everything.
A kiss that says I love you. I have always loved you.

When we finally part, my lips feel swollen, tingling. Our breaths come hard and uneven, mingling in the small space between us. His forehead rests against mine, his fingers still tangled in my hair, his thumb brushing absently over my cheek.

Jin oppa's voice is low, rough, full of something deep and unspoken.

"Aein..."

I barely have time to catch my breath before the word sinks in.

Aein.

Lover.

It's the first time he's called me that-soft, intimate, something meant only for lovers.
Something meant for me.

A rush of warmth spreads through my chest, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers tighten in his sweater, my heart stumbling over itself.

"Oppa..." I whisper, barely audible, like I don't trust my own voice.

Jin oppa pulls back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching mine, his expression open, vulnerable. Like he's just as affected by this as I am.

I swallow, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my pulse racing. "Say it again."

A slow smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his gaze softening.

He lifts a hand, brushing his thumb over my lips, eyes flickering between them and my own.

And then, in a voice so deep it makes my stomach flutter-
"Aein."

I don't know who moves first, but suddenly, we're kissing again.

This time, I don't just melt-I burn.

The world outside of us ceases to exist. There's only Jin oppa-his warmth, his touch, the way he kisses me like he's trying to memorize me.

Somewhere in the background, our phones vibrate simultaneously.

We ignore them.

Nothing else matters.

Not when his hands are cradling my face, not when his lips part against mine, deepening the kiss until I'm dizzy.